It's You. (Jikook)

Who Would've Thought?

                                    Park Jimin

I sigh quietly as I hold the flower up more in the light.

Seeing how the sun shines on it makes me smile.

And even while everything feels like it...sucks.

This proves there's still so many nice things more people should pay attention to.

I then hear the front door bell ring, and I quickly stand up, making my way inside and closing the balcony door behind me.

I first check through the peephole to see who it is, then I quickly back away, feeling my heartbeat quicken.

What is he doing here?

God.

I fix my hair and let out a silent, long breath.

Just relax. You can speak to him properly, right?

I slowly twist the knob and open the door.

Now standing in front of me, I see Jungkook.

Breathing heavily, looking down at me with such worried eyes.

"Are you...okay?" I whisper.

He looks as if going through a rough time, and that alone changes my perspective on many thing's completely.

"Jimin, can I please talk to you?"

I sigh.

There's nothing else to say but a simple yes or no.

Asking him how he knows where I live would be a waste of time. Obviously it was Taehyung.

"Y-Yeah.....come in.."

He hesitates before stepping in.

Then once he does I hear him gasp quietly.

I look at him, looking around at everything.

"Wow, this is all so you. Your home is so you."

I tilt my head to the side. "Is that good or bad?"

Jungkook chuckles, and I smile at his amazed facial expression for a few seconds. "It's a really great thing. I love your home. It feels, comfy."

I nod my head gently before crossing my arms. "Thank you."

Jungkook walks around, keeping his eyes on my home. "Why is it that you're allowed to say thank you, but no one else is..?"

I look up at the ceiling, thinking.

That's a good question.

"No one's asked me that before..."

"Is it because you never fully know how thankful others are? But you know you are?" He asks, smiling down at the white flowers on the counter.

I let out a quiet giggle. He really doesn't describe me too well. "Sure, sure." But why kill his ego?

I rest my hand on the kitchen counter as I watch him continue to walk around.

And I feel my heart flutter just at the sight of him alone, and now especially in my home.

In this moment, he looks so, sweet.

So soft, and not angry or upset as per usual.
But he also looks tired.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

Jungkook stops walking now, then faces me silently with a frown. "Y-Yeah...I want to talk."